Had it not been for you, Mom,
I may have gone through the world
blind to its beauty. I may have missed
the tenderness of a blossom’s petals,
the wonder of its hues and form.
The songs of birds and of breezes
rustling through silky springtime leaves
may have been nothing more
than a background sound, hardly heard.
I may not have noticed how rain
can soothe, how thunder can thrill,
how dew sparkles on the grass
like diamonds, had you not taken
the time to show me, and to whisper
that it all sings the love of the Yes
as surely as a mother croons to her child.